They’re filing down our skin, whitening our teeth, burying our soul.
My robotic arms seek to pick up the pencil, feel the grass under my fingertips, the smell of old books.
I seek to feel like I’m flying and falling, I wish to look another being in the eyes in anger and longing.
I feel my veins contracting, slipping away, and being replaced with lines of code I could never be brought to understand. My tongue stings of artificial flavoring, my eyes blur, and I can’t see what’s in front of me. I feel the world drift closer to its end. I feel the plants droop and the clouds weep. We’re lost, and we’re banning everything that allows a soul to be found. Since when was religion the law? So help me god if this being will save us. You’re destroying the only thing that is natural and true. Your God is only faith, but stoop down to earths level. Feel her pain. Lay there awhile, tell me: do you wish to continue the procedure? Is the surgery worth it? Please, I beg,
Let her live.
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